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It had by rather easily, and the petite wolf spent her time lingering around packmates every so often and getting to know the lands of their home. As the days grew colder with the approach of winter, Lucia began spending more time inside her quaint little cabin, practicing every so often her growing skills with her instrument. It had been lying neglected against the wall in her home for a few short weeks, but she had recently found a renewed desire to play again within the last few days. While she was far from being an expert with her guitar, she had made much improvement with it since the day Shawchert had offered it to her, back in Halifax.
Today had been another day the girl had chosen to dedicate to practicing with her instrument. She sat within the warm confines of her cabin, switching back and forth between playing a little melody she had learned and attempting to practice more complex chords. After a while, she decided to take a break for part of the afternoon, and after glancing outside she figured a walk would do her some good. After some deliberation, she chose to bring her guitar along with her. Perhaps she could find a nice spot outside to play later on. She probably wouldn't be able to play for long out here in the cold like this, but she was determined to try nonetheless.
Her feet eventually brought her all the way out to the borders, and within moments she spotted the huge and richly decorated tree that declared the artists' claim on the land. Lucia recalled the interesting time the pack had decorating it the first day. Intricate carvings lined its width, painted signs, and colorful banners surrounding it, all declaring the name of the pack and its intentions. It stuck out like a sore thumb in the surroundings, but that was their intention. The Marino settled down beneath the large tree and laid her guitar out on her lap, idly strumming its strings as she sat.
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Time was beginning to press against Tala's mind as she spend more time within her new pack. Having walked the borders countless times, she was beginning to know them as if she was born right on them. Though passing the Valley Pack's borders and learning as much as she could about what lie within them was only part of what her curiosity yearned for. She needed to know what else remained out there, the fae would not be content until she knew of the neighbouring packs. Knowing a bit about them, where they were exactly as well as what grounds they stood on when it involved Phoenix Valley. If she could know of it, she wished to. If she was to gain ranks as a scout for her pack, information was key. She needed to be someone her pack mates could turn to if they had a question. She would do the best she could to be that person for them. The girl was determined when it came to her pack, that was certain.
Though the dappled female only knew of three packs for certain, she had yet to visit any of their borders, let alone explore to find any others that were nearby. Xeris had told her of the few that she knew, and Shaw had told her of his own pack. Though she had quite a bit of interest in the talented members he had shared stories of with her outside of the Valley. She had decided to visit Cercatori D'Arte first. If she could say hello to the towering Male, she would. Though she relied on smell to find the unknown pack lands, it took her longer than she had expected. She had come across what seemed to be herself going in circles more than once. She had worked it out though, and now she could smell the familiar scent that Shawchert has carried with him. This signaled that if anything she was getting close. After this, all it would take was patience to run into a member. That was more often a waiting game than not.
The winter air stung at her lungs after walking for a good portion of the morning. Her paws chilled from snow and ice. Her pelt chilled nearly to the skin. Though she did not feel the cold her body held so close, the movement causing an internal heat that beat off any signs of the winter's wake. the female walked in silence, her footsteps carrying her small frame in near silence. Though her ears were perked and her nostrils flared to pick up even the smallest scent of canine. The pack of artists' scent was becoming more clear as she approached, but the scent was not strong enough to have let herself stray past the borders. She would never dare wander in without permission. Tala let out a soft exhale as she halted her movements to look around at her surroundings. She was sure to not let herself forget the path she had taken here. In her absence of motion her ears dark ears perked with the sound of music. An instrument she did not initially recognize. Though, it was quite a lovely sound. The sound intrigued the female, her paws carrying her without even a second thought as to who may be creating such lovely music. Though it did not take the fae long to come within viewing distance of the female who sat at the base of the large tree decorated in valiant colours and materials. She was quiet for a moment as she watched her play, a guitar. She ahd heard of them, though never actually heard one in use. It was elegant in a way, though not nearly in the sense of something such as a violin or a flute. It was a more casual sound, friendly and appealing.
The fae cleared her throat softly as she dipped her head letting one paw tuck slightly behind the other in a greeting bow of sorts. The amber eyes she carried were bright and polite, showing greetings to the unknown female. "Pardon my interruption, but I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Tala, and I am a Tenens from Phoenix Valley. I've come hoping to learn of other packs in the region. I would so kindly ask for permission to speak to someone who can share any knowledge with me they see fit." Her voice was soft and had tones of etiquette underlining her words. The female stood a respectable distance away from the playing woman, waiitng in patience for an answer of sorts.
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The Marino girl did her best to ignore the cool bite of the winter temperatures as she sat beneath the tree decorated with the gaudy declaration of the pack of artists’ borders. The cold slowly but surely worked its way into her extremities, yet the constant movement of her fingers along the strings of her guitar worked well to block some of it out. Her light-colored fur did its job in keeping the rest of her protected against the chill, and while the purple dress she often wore aided this, she wondered if it would be wiser to seek out warmer clothing for herself in the winter.
Eventually she allowed herself to tune everything else out and simply focus on her instrument. She began to play a series of simple scales on her guitar. Emerald eyes fluttered shut and Lucia solely concentrated on the notes being played. Her ears took in each familiar note, and she bobbed her head in silence to punctuate each correctly played scale. There were a few instances where she botched them up, and with an agitated twitch of her ears she would attempt it again.
So focused was she on her music, that she was not aware of the approach of a stranger until she cleared her throat to get her attention. Her strumming came to an abrupt stop, her eyes snapping open to see a multi-toned wolfess standing a few feet away. Gem-like eyes narrowed and scrutinized the stranger for a moment, taking in her stature and the striking amber color of her eyes. The stranger offered her a polite bow almost immediately, though whether out of simple greeting or respect for the packlands she was obviously approaching, Lucia was unsure. The Marino girl did nothing more than watch her in silence, ears perking slightly as the other girl began to speak.
The stranger was quick to introduce herself, revealing her name to be Tala, and more interestingly, that she was of Phoenix Valley. At the mention of the eastern pack, Lucia sat up straight, eyes widening slightly with sudden interest. The sandy-furred girl had not heard anything of her birth pack since she had left it to help Shawchert form this merry band of artists. It was of course due in large part to Lucia’s own lack of interest and initiative. She had left the Valley lands because she had felt that there was nothing more for her there, and had done her best to limit her thoughts of that pack since then. She had been certain that her curiosity about Phoenix Valley would disappear in due time, but the way she perked up at the mention of the pack’s name seemed to argue against that.
Considering Tala’s revealed interest in learning of the packs in this region, it was safe to assume that she was a scout of some sort for the Valley. She requested information, and Lucia figured she would at least be able to offer up what she knew. As one of the founding members of Cercatori d’Arte, Lucia was quite familiar with its lands and its objectives, though on the subject of their newer members, her knowledge was rather limited. Regardless, she didn’t see any reason not to help this girl out, especially since she claimed to hail from Phoenix Valley.
Lucia set her guitar beside her, giving up on practicing for the moment. There was something far more interesting to occupy her time, at the moment. She crossed her legs to a more comfortable position and leaned forward towards the other. Emerald eyes caught the stranger’s amber as she began to speak. “You say you’re from the Valley? How’s that old pack holding up? I used to live there—born there, in fact—but I haven’t gone back since I came here.” She motioned vaguely to the Cercatori d’Arte lands behind her. Sure, this Tala girl was here to learn some about the pack, but that didn’t mean Lucia couldn’t dig for a bit of information herself while she was at it.
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